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Leslie Nii Tete Annan Poem
Never cry, my dear
Never believe in your ear
Distance doesn’t break love
If it does it is not out love
I care as much as I’ve ever cared
And could never forget you, if I dared
Throw away worries
And shuffle through your card of memories
A many great good time
We had in our time
So that stories of Romeo and Juliet
Would sound like a boring sonnet
Never cry my dear
Never believe in your ear
Distance doesn’t break love
If it does, it isn’t our love
I’ll choose you again and again
Like a dried up clayey soil needing rain
I can never have enough of you
I can’t bear your absence
No, without you, life is nonsense
The world is only real to me
Because you are in it with me
Copyright © Leslie Nii Tete Annan | Year Posted 2012
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Leslie Nii Tete Annan Poem
The CYCLE OF THE LAW-ENFORCER
At puberty, he came in contact with the law.
In every aspect of his life, it was the core.
His freedom was now a cheap ore;
Suddenly shrinking his daftest paw,
Hurling him high and back to the floor.
All he did in his nature had a flaw.
“What’s this they call the Law?”
If it’s against him it called for War.
He’d cut it in the middle with a saw.
Now he’s old, frail, so his strength would thaw.
And even if in all things, there’s the law.
His nature was refined, conforming and not raw.
So he worships the law with wary awe.
Since, at the end, it sprouted power to him from the gore.
And even gives him peace, respect and more.
He loved it all, the law and its flaw.
Give them to him, and he’d lock the door,
Keep it to himself till he became the law.
Now the very epitome of the law,
All who stand against him under he’ll plough.
He’s the law.
Take it or leave it, he's the law.
Copyright © Leslie Nii Tete Annan | Year Posted 2012
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Leslie Nii Tete Annan Poem
You cannot match me, Kite
You lack the strength for this height.
I am a shooting star
From you I am very far
To you Grace has long gone
And for that she blesses none.
In your heart you sore
Envying me as I soar
Can Fortune be this blind,
Her oil gropes, my head to find?
No, Fortune still knows me
And she will surely fetch me.
Even the dark Chasm
Clinches fast to Fatalism
When I only pass by
And even avoid her eye.
Me back you cannot hold
My greatness is well foretold
Oh how huge a labor
This grand greatness I savor!
Copyright © Leslie Nii Tete Annan | Year Posted 2012
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Leslie Nii Tete Annan Poem
What do you want from me?
A good name?
Like a name that inspires awe?
Like a name that inspires loyalty?
Like a name that inspires reverence?
Or a good name?
Of the average Joe?
Of a fit-the-box leader?
Of the little fence-sitting man?
Well, I don’t want it
Take it for yourself
I don’t want to be dulled?
To be liked by all
I don’t want to be enslaved to mediocrity
To be nobody at all
I can properly standout,
With a small offence to the average mind
With a minor sin that the newly adept appalls
With crime committed mostly in private by most
But judged harshly when seen in public by some hypocrites,
I can properly standout and be greater
With that which the majority can’t do
Not caring so much the consequences to the ego
I might incur when I fail
Choosing to do very well what all others do normally,
I’ll be remembered by many
Because those who are envious of me
Will remain obsessed with my courage
Talk about me for attention
But I will be remembered
But a good name? I don’t want it.
Copyright © Leslie Nii Tete Annan | Year Posted 2012
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Leslie Nii Tete Annan Poem
Life is strife
But strife is life
Pain lingers in my core
I can feel it evermore
Who wouldn’t will a cry,
Rather than demand to die?
Life is strife
But strife is life
I only stalk the night
With a knife in my right
Spiting curses and fear
Gripping my shadow near
Life is strife
But strife is life
I am only a corpse
Living on others’ crops
Like a standing skeleton
Charged to build a guillotine
Copyright © Leslie Nii Tete Annan | Year Posted 2016
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Leslie Nii Tete Annan Poem
Move Move Move
Everything must move
You have no choice
You have no voice
There is no land
To grant you a stand
Move Move Move
Flying saucer in a cave
Left and right to nothing are sold
You can count on none to give a hold
Look up not unto the skies
Look down not upon the flies
Move Move Move
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Leslie Nii Tete Annan Poem
I wake up
But I’m in another mode of sleep
I speak up
But I only weep
I lack energy in my body
I crave to be fed
My mind has become cloudy
Waiting to be dead
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Leslie Nii Tete Annan Poem
They saw it coming
The dawn of a Heaven
My money is before me,
Wine and food in abundance,
Jewelry and precious stones,
Property in excess.
All for me
These are here to pay me homage
These are here to add to my substance?
These are here for what?
Please let the gift bearers remain at the gate.
Let them wait.
It’s early days yet,
Lest I lose sight of the biggest prize
That my Maker has waiting for me
For He has said
That He has prepared a special place for me
That’s enough.
Copyright © Leslie Nii Tete Annan | Year Posted 2016
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Leslie Nii Tete Annan Poem
Yes…
Years have passed
Possessed of huge feet
Feats of mine already forgotten
Forbidden even to be reminisced by all
Yes…
My passions have lodged their complaints
They shouted, “We can’t do it anymore,
Too many don’t want us to sing
So we must shut up!”
Yes…
First, I must bow.
If I purpose to make my fart
Well heard over boundaries and biases
That it would destroy doubts in its wake like a tsunami
Yes…
Let the feeble minded believe what they want to believe
Me I know right now I’m way better than before
My voice may be now cast in concrete
But they forget who made me.
Yes…
They think I can’t sing again
I can’t sing more songs without a voice.
And they can be right; my sweet voice was yanked from me
And a croak of a frog was given to me instead to please whose ears?
Yes…
God did this because this was what they wanted right from the onset.
He satisfied them for once in order to satisfy me forever
Now I can sing for the deaf to hear and know
The power of My maker.
Yes…
I can sing again, just better.
Copyright © Leslie Nii Tete Annan | Year Posted 2016
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